Two things

One: I'm back! (obviously)

Two: Don't eat onions on your sandwich at lunch. The smell wont go away and you'll be afraid to speak to any one at your job for the rest of the afternoon.

London!

Yes, as it was brought to my attention, it did seem like I may have fallen off the face of the earth there for a couple of weeks. Well, I would like to assure you that I have not (unless you still believe the world is flat, and then I believe you could make an argument), and that I am safe, sound and quite happy in jolly old England. I would apologize for my absence, but then, I'm really not too sorry about running around London, so it would be insincere. I've been in the city for about a week and a half now, and am having the time of my life. The tube took a little getting used to, and I still giggle a little on the inside when someone speaks with a British accent, but I'm working on it. I am currently in a battle with British customs over the mailing of my laptop to me, which has seriously hindered my internet time. Also, no pictures until the laptop gets here. Me being me I did not bring the connector for my camera, thinking that I could just slide the memory card into a PC like I do with my laptop. Not so apparently. Well, my time is running up (50p for a half hour of time here) and I must catch the tube to King's Cross before taking a train up to Edinburgh, Scotland.

Cheers!

Dubs!

So, about four months ago the U got a new mascot...

Who is probably the most adorable thing to walk the face of this planet. I mean, come on, will you just look at that face?

But today interweb, today, I discovered that Dubs has a blog. It's like the shiba-inu puppy cam, except without the live feed.

I implore you to click the link, click it!

Google horoscope is So True

I took a break from studying to bring you this important news(your/you=me):

"Although there's a lot going on in your life now, you might just want to coast through the day. Of course you will need to do a certain amount of work to get by, but you intuitively know that it makes more sense to conserve your energy today than to expend it. More will be required of you when active Mars enters your sign over the weekend. Next week will be a whole new ballgame, so you might as well rest up until then."

So true! The class that I am taking pass/fail has its final tomorrow, so I'm not putting in quite as much effort as I might have otherwise. And with finals week next week will be 'a whole new ballgame', what with my last two finals and PACKING *sob* for my trip to LONDON for which I leave on SUNDAY!

Mais, oui!

If ever asked by a beautiful black man, "do you speak French?" The correct answer is always:

"Yes, I mean oui. Un petite amount." Because this totally demonstrates your grasp of the french language.

Me and Pippen spent about an hour last night with two French men attempting to find an exclusive European bar on the ave. There was most definitely a language barrier as the only French I could manage to remember consisted of yes, no and I understand. Very help full when giving directions. We did however get 'un invite' to their 'magnifizent show' at Meanie Hall. As in, their French Ballet show.

We met hot French Ballet men.

Or as Pippen has taken to calling them 'Monsieur Hot French'. However the tickets for the ballet are 38$, merde.

I suck

I just poured flour for making gravy all over my edamame. Lame.

Grrrr

This makes me so. mad.

Not the fact that proposition 8 is being appealed, because it should be, but the fact that it has to be appealed at all. I really can't get over the fact that will still live in a nation where fundamental rights can be taken away from a group of people. Even more so that for prop 8 to even have been put on the ballot someone took time out of their day to essentially say, 'yes, I think I'll ruin this group of people's lives this year'. This is even sadder to me after watching Milk. While I really only listened to about half of the movie I was still bawling at the end and if you happened to see the acceptance speech given by the young man who wrote the screen play at the academy awards the movie is even more heart wrenching. By which I mean to say you should go watch the movie immediately if you haven't done so yet.

It's scary that something like prop 8 can pass in California, which is generally the most forward thinking on gay rights. What does this mean for the rest of states?

B.O.D

That's Black Out Drunk for those of you not in the know and how I spent the later part of my birthday. I also apparently got stopped by three police cruzers on my way back from the bars, all of which laughed at me when my friends said it was just my 21st birthday and that they where trying to get me home, made my boyfriend go back into the bar to look for my shoes (they where on my feet), threw up on a sorority (they deserved it), and crawled around my apartment with no pants on (no worries, I was wearing cute underwear). I also sent these illustrious texts:

"U blow asiso cock" you blow asian cock
"Did you jew out" to my jewish friend
"it's my biqthday and i wishu where here!!!" It's my birthday and I wish you where here
"Ian drunk!iso wirh you wierehere!!!" I am drunk. I so wish you where here!
"Let me know when znur nutsidge" Let me know when you're outside.

I was told I had a great time.

Today

Today I walked home from the grocery store with a baguette in my backpacks water bottle holder and a 12 pack of Hefeweizen in my hands.

Today, my friends, is my 21st birthday.

I will attempt to have an 'I've been driiiinking post', but only if I don't feel like their is a chance I might throw up on my laptop. Actually, scratch that. Interweb, I will see y'all tommorow in my post drinking haze (hangover).

You know you're a college student when:

As you're putting the change in the tip jar after buying a mocha you realize that one of the coins was a quarter and that you need that quarter to do you laundry tonight and take the coin back out of the tip jar.

Again!?

So it snowed, again. I know, I know it's February and in the Northern hemisphere it really isn't that unusual. BUT, this is Seattle. We are in the doughnut hole of Pacific Northwest weather, i.e. everything bad always skips us. Except for this year. This year it has decided to Be Winter. Blah, I miss the rain. When I woke up this morning my brain was like, "The ground is cold, and covered in white stuff."

That was a particularly bad Red vs. Blue reference. If anyone a) knows what that is and b) knows what quote I'm mimicking I will...give you a hypothetical gold star!

All in the family

Bad spelling that is. My grandfather and dad both have issues and apparently so does my sister, observe:

"limers! you saw the limers! I never see the limers, dam im jealous and they're my favorite type too, ringtailed!(i dont think I spellled limers right)"

The word she's looking for is lemurs, these fuzzy guys:

For background my sister is not, as her Facebook comment of my photo makes her appear, in 7th grade but is in fact a junior in high school.

What I just realized

Is that I have the 'politics' folder in my Google reader spelled as 'polotics'. I'm still debating whether or not this should disable me from being able to participate in the political spear*. Although if the US kicked all the dumb ones out of politics we probably wouldn't have too many people left to run the country so I guess I'm good.

*and by political 'spear' I meant 'sphere'. I should probably just take a break from trying to write, apparently my brain does not wish to function correctly (aka, I am to lazy to proofread)

I am on MEDS

Well, antibiotics to be more exact. But MEDS just sounded so much more dramatic. Anyway, the moral of the story is that it is Friday. On Friday you drink. However, apparently antibiotics and alcohol don't mix so well. Which means I can not drink tonight. :(

Soooo

So life kind of caught up with me, debated about how it wanted to eat me and then did. Apologizes for not posting anything the past week and a half (wow, it actually has been a while). I've been pretty busy with work (Jimmy Carter came to sigh books), school (I just had to switch one of my classes to credit/no credit) and life (valentines day and three day weekend=did no school work).

In other news:

"The quickest way to get me to sneak out of your party is to suggest we play charades, unless the rules are that you have to take a shot of tequila every time someone yells out, "SOUNDS LIKE?" Then I'll be sleeping on your couch and stealing your Ibuprofen."

Forgoing the first and very last part of that sentence, taking a tequila shot every time someone yells out "sounds like?" sounds like (lol) what I'm going to be convincing the roomies to do Friday night (or maybe tonight). Thanks Dooce!

Also, Pippen's 21 run is on Saturday. I expect to be BOD by ten, give or take a couple of hours towards the noon-ish Saturday side.

50 De-Stimulating Facts

A list of 50 things considered 'wast full spending' in the new stimulus bill. Because I think we can all agree that sending poor people to college, feeding infants, supporting Medicaid and taxing rich people more will do absolutely nothing to stimulate the economy.

An entertaining read if you're not a Republican.

Bluefly

I just discovered bluefly.com. I am behind the times, I know. More importantly I had recently decided that I needed a new pea coat that has more feminine lines. My Grandmother bought my last one and while it is warm and serves it's purpose (and I'm happy I didn't have to pay for it) it also looks like the thing a sailor would wear from the 1800's to stay warm. So you can see that my decision to search for a new coat, especially before I go to LONODN, was quite sound.

This coat, I must have its. It's Michael Kors, charcoal black, $79.99 marked down from $315 and, this is the best part, there's only one left and it's in my size!

So, thoughts? Should I put out the cash? Yay? Nay? You know of a better deal elsewhere?

The Irish Flu

The name of my post today and coincidentally what I called in sick to work with. In other news I have just taken the last two ibuprofen in the apartment. This is horrible news for three reasons:

1. There is no more ibuprofen
2. I will need to take more ibuprofen later to combat the Irish Flu
3. Because of the Irish Flu I will not be walking/stumbling to the store to get more ibuprofen

If you don't know what the Irish Flu is just think a little harder, unless of course you're hungover too, then don't think too hard, because I know that hurts.

Because I am bored at work and too lazy to be creative

25 things about me! No, this isn't the 'legit' one in which someone tagged me (although if you read this, consider yourself tagged). But my life had been boring lately and this seemed like a 'get-out-of-jail-free-card' post. So, with out further ado, 25 'things':

1. I used to write fanfiction (ok, ok, I still do sometimes).
2. I will watch any crime scene show marathon, Law and Order, CSI, NCIS etc.
3. I've never gotten a job where the boss isn't a family friend. (No, my family is not involved in the mob)
4. I am adicted to cheeze-its, even thought the white cheddar cheese ones make me sick to my stomach.
5. I read manga.
6. Even though I'm an English major I think it may be one of the most pointless major's ever.
7. I have to use my fingers to add and subtract (possibly why I'm an English major).
8. I'm studying abroad in London next quarter.
9. I have the worst spelling of any of my friends (I blame Microsoft Word)
10. I told my family I'm going to Law School after college to get them off my back about being an English major.
11. I have no idea what I'm doing with myself after college.
12. I love, love love fantasy books.
13. I believe that Harry Potter is real and am still waiting for my delayed enrollment to Hogwarts.
14. I love Battle Star Galactica more than a fat kid loves cake.
15. I love cartoons meant for adolescent boys.
16. I only have one kidney.
17. Top Gun and Apollo 13 are my favorite movies of all time.
18. I seriously considered going to the Naval Academy solely based on watching the above mentioned movies.
19. I wore The One Ring as an accessory during the first half of high school.
20. In an attempt to negate all the dorky stuff, I was the Capitan and MVP of my high school volleyball team.
21. I was going to go to college to play volleyball but after visiting the school hated it and decided to come to UW (my parents are still bitter).
22. I play online pet games(don't judge).
23. If I was shaped like a Victoria's Secret model I would buy all my clothes from them, or J. Crew.
24. I am the JVC Volleyball coach at my former highs school.
25. I hate mustard with a fiery passion.

There! Wasn't that fun? 25 things you didn't need/want to know about moi!

14 Days

14 days until I get my next pay check. This is sad sad news. There is so much I need to buy now! But after using the paycheck I just got to pay off my credit card bills for my last shopping spree (I think I am addicted to Victoria's Secret) there is almost nothing left. *sob*

Because I know the rest of you care about punctuation as much as I do*

From Bookninja:

"The apostrophe has been outlawed in Birmingham, England—the birthplace of overcrowding as a civic planning strategy. Check out the number of comments below the article.

From now on, no sign produced by Birmingham City Council will contain the punctuation mark.

Debates over whether Kings Norton really should be King’s - or even Kings’ - Norton may rage on, but they will be useless.

And nearby Druids Heath - which was never actually home to one, let alone many, druids - will never take on the possessive, no matter how furious local apostrophe advocates become.

The council said the move had been taken for the purposes of consistency and to avoid costs and confusion over whether place names should ever take an apostrophe.

However the decision was described as “absolute defeatism” by John Richards, the founder of the Apostrophe Protection Society.

Ah, the heroic John Richards: fighting injustice, poverty, and hate. Against punctuation. Brilliant use of time and energy. However, we could use some dangling punctuation banning here in Newfoundland. If I see one more sign that reads something like

For sale: organic “eggs”

I think I’ll freak out. I actually said to someone, “Dude, if they need to be in quotes, they’re probably not organic. Or eggs.”"

What will they do without the comma!? This made me immeasurably sad but also made me LOL. Also, There is an 'Apostrophe Protection Society'? I will have to check this out and get back to you ever concerned grammarians(which I had to use spell check to get correct, shame).

And yes, check out some of the comments below the article:

"They're really not that difficult, y'know -- apostrophes. I taught it all from the ground up to my criminal barrister husband -- no one had ever bothered before. He's a happier man. Where is this online petition, by the way?" - Well, if her husband can do it, then we all can!

"I'm sure that I could easily waste tax payers money far more efficiently. Perhaps they might like to slip me a few bob so that I can chuck it into my daughters Saving's Account. Shes a lovely kid, but has no concept of managing her expense's. It seem's that her private education has been was'ted. Sign's, pah! Who care's?" -This man and George Bush could be friends, really.

"Oh dear Mr Mullaney. It is fitting that Birmingham Council and its illiterates lead the way in buggering up the written word. They have already debased the spoken word by way of their appalling accent!" -This just seemed so British I couldn't resist.

There were 232 comments when I found these, check it!

*please excuse all punctuation and grammar errors I may have made

My Extended Weekend

Thursday- Didn't go to class. Got home from work at six and start pre-funking. Dropped by a goodbye party for the most beautiful man to ever grace the University of Washington. Took two goodbye shoots in five minutes. Was extremely suprised to find out it was only 8:30 and that I was smashed. The Boyfriend and I decided not to drink this much ever agian (haha) at 10 when we had to take turns going and 'pulling the trigger'.

Friday-Didn't go to class. Dog sat the cutest dog ever who decided it would be a good idea to pee on roomate #4's comforter. Pissed off roomate #4, fled to work. Got home from work at nine and watched three hours of The Shield with The Boyfriend. Attempted to go to sleep but Alan was playing NBA live so decided to go back to my own bed. Discovered that roomate #4's boyfriend was over. Went back to The Boyfriend's to sleep.

Saturday- Dragged all laundry home to my parents because I'm too cheap to use the pay ones in my apartment. Actually did some of my English homework. Tried not to fall asleep while helping my mom make dinner. Went to The Boyfriends and watched Back to the Future. Attemted to go to bed early but got conned into a game of 90's trivial pursuit, boys versus girls. Trivial pursuit is byiast to the male gender. Alan tricked friend into calling The White House smashed ("The White House?" pause "This is Bob Barker). Went back to apartment to sleep.

Sunday-Slept in. Made Superbowl goodies with Pipen and McGee to take to guy friends house. Discovered that bbq drumsticks are cheap and tasty. Ate and drank a lot. Stumbled back to The Boyfriends after the Superbowl and watched Puppy Bowl V for two hours. Attempt to go to own apartment only to be informed by Pipen that Roomate #4's boyfirend is over. Watch another episode of The Shield with The Boyfriend. Even though it's a 'To Be Continued' episode are too tired to bother watching the next. Go home, put in earplugs, and fall asleep.

I made thiz lolz

This my roommates cat, his name is Pants(another story for another day). He is the most wonderful being, evah!

W.T.F

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

The Classic Regency Romance—Now with Ultra violent Zombie Mayhem!

I'm not sure what to think. I love, love, love Jane Austin and this sounds like a major travesty. I'm fairly positive this book isn't a farce, but at this point I'm not sure. On the other hand...zombies do make everything more interesting, right?

(Found via Book Ninja)

!

At the risk of outing myself as a serious dork, Avatar the Last Airbender is being made into a live action movie. The show is a cartoon (my mother deprived me of cartoons as a child. To make up for this deficiency I now watch shows meant for 12 year old boys in my spare time). They are going to RUIN it. I just, I don't think it will translate. The kung fu fighting goodness and cheesy characters will just not work unless they are drawn. How is Ang going to make all those sweet air bending moves? Yes, special effects, I know, I know. But it won't be the same.

Will I still go see the movie when it comes out in 2010 when I am a 23 year old women............(That elongated ellipse was for the mini panic attack I just had typing 23)

Absofuckinlutly.

*I was going to find some really sweet photos of Avatar to post here to woo all three of four of you who read this to **go watch the show immediately, but I'm at work and it would look really odd if someone saw me looking through cartoon photos.

**Pretty good attempt at subliminal messaging, yes?

New Best Thing EVAH!

The blog Feather (found via The Lil Bee) is probably the best thing to happen to my fashion taste/wardrobe in forever. Everyday Feather whips up an outfit for the weather that day. Partly cloudy, 38 degrees? Is it a crisp, sunny 31? No problem! Feather has you covered, literally, in cute, chic (and, le sigh, expensive) designs. I mean, how cute are these outfits?



Yes, this is where I found the boots I posted about below. I am not cool enough to actually go out and look for something like that on my own. This is what I have Google reader and the internet for.

Searching For:

These boots:

Or something very similar in a size 10. I've been searching the interweb but can only seem to find them in 7s and 8s.

Ready, Set....Stay

I was all set to go to class this morning but then (guys, there is about to be talk of 'girl stuff', you've been warned) my ovaries decided to wake up and start kicking me in the stomach, repeatedly. So I've decided to stay home, lounge in bed and read. I'm currently reading, for those who are interested:


Because I am cool and worldly. (I'm actually reading her autobiography but I couldn't find a picture) And this book:


Because I am going to LONDON! (Except that it's the 2008 ENGLAND version, Google, you have failed me).

However most likely I will either nap, or play the sims, or catch up on NCIS.

There's alway one

In every class, there's always the one kid who needs to prove that he/she knows more/is better than everyone else. Why, I don't know. But there is always one.

In my Japanese section this person express their superior language skills by responding about half a second faster than the rest of the class. This means that when the teacher asks the whole class to respond there is one voice that is one word ahead. So if the teacher asked the class to say, "What was the weather like this weekend?" The answer, already jumbled because of the foreign language, becomes a mass of mumbo jumbo. For me, this means I can't tell if I'm actually responding correctly because this person also always assumes they are correct and makes sure to let the class know by speaking at a higher volume than everyone else.

So this post is for you Mr. I'm-better-at-Japanese-than-my-peers-and-need-to-show-this-by-being-an-ass, thanks for making a difficult language even harder.

Want

On a truly less important/significant note than my previous post I want this shirt because I am really that cool.

I feel...accomplished!

Today I actually took the time to a) find out who my representatives are in the Washington State Legislature and b) write them! In case anyone is still reading, WA is cutting funding to higher education by 13%, which is a lot. We're talking like, millions of dollars to my University alone. As someone invested in the public educations system here I decided to let them know I don't like their 13% cut idea. Which resulted in this: Dear Mr. Carlyle, I am writing to express my concern over the suggested 13% budget cut to Washington's higher education facilities. As a junior at the University of Washington this cut will greatly effect me and my peers studies during the rest of our time at the U. I am especially concerned as the amount of money being cut to UW, at 13%, would be more than the College of Arts and Sciences' budget for one year. I want to be sure that I will have the same access to resources (both through student resource programs and professors, assistant professors, and TAs) as I finish my education as I did when I was accepted to the University. Thank you for your time and consideration on this point. Sincerely, Selena And I requested a response. Time to see if public servants are actually working for you!

What would you do?

What would you do if your son was at home? Crying all alone on the bedroom floor, 'cause he's hungry. And the only way to feed him is to, sleep with a man for a little bit of money. And his daddys gone, somewhere smoking rock now, in and out of lock-down I ain't got a job now. So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life. Mmmm.

That's actually not the question I want to ask but that is the song that popped into my head when I said the phrase 'what would you do' out loud. That's 'What Would You Do' by City High possibly released in 2001 (Google did not immediately give me the year so I'm not going to search for it) in case anyone was curious.

ANYWAY-What would you do if your roommate (roommate #4) decided to have sex with her boyfriend at 4:30 in the afternoon when you are still home? In the room next to yours with walls that have the sound retention equivalent of those paper sliding doors they have in Japan? I thought there was some sort of unspoken rule about not having sex when your roommates are home but, apparently I was wrong.

If you're me you turn on your loudest music possible (Rage Against The Machine) and point your laptop at her wall. This works well for two reasons 1) It's Rage Against The Machine which is by default loud and 2) Rage has the added bonus of conveying your current feelings about the situation well. This emotion is anger. I felt that this response was appropriately passive aggressive as it allowed me to express my feelings with out having to actually confront anyone, success!

Little Joys

Not waking up first and finding that a roommate has already made coffee = You don't have to!

What do these things have in common?

All of these have at least one thing in common:

It burns! Tight! Amazing! Fuck! Chiseled! Fuck off! Shit! Yes!

Besides all ending in exclamation points they are all things that can be yelled at the annoyingly perky 8 min buns instructor. Coincidentally the 8 min buns is the only video where he asks you questions such as "how do you want your but to look?"and "Can you feel the burn?"

Fuck yes I can feel the burn, thank you very much.

Bone Crossed!

The next book in Patricia Briggs, Mercy Thompson series comes out next month! This series is what I refer to as my 'trash literature'. You don't get any 'literary points' for reading it but the story sucks you in and you can't put down the book for three hours while you put off all you impending homework and power read through it. In other words, if you need to get out of town for a while put can't afford a real vacation I would suggest picking up the first book in this series, Moon Called. If you like werewolves, vampires, magic and urban fantasy you'll love it.

Warning!

Do not attempt 8 Minute Buns before planning on sitting and doing homework for hours, it blows.

Class? On Friday? That's silly...

It is a perfectly valid excuse to tell your professors that the reason you missed class today was because you left your phone in your boyfriend's room and therefore were not woken up by your alarm and slept through class, right? No matter the fact that because you were drinking until the wee hours of the morning you probably wouldn't have gone to class anyway even if your alarm had gone off? I think they'll except that excuse, don't you?

Safety Fail

Last nights me and two of my roommates (from here forth known as Drunky McGee and Scottie Pippen, which is another story entirely) managed to get locked out of our apartment. This was an unusual occurrence as we never lock our door. Which beside being the safest most bestest way to live in the U district, allows all of us to not have to worry about loosing our keys when we drink. If you take that statement to mean we drink quite often, well, I won't deny your assumption.

Anyway, on to the story.

While we were all in the apartment below ours last night (not drinking), our fourth roommate (I guess she thought we were all asleep...) locked the door on the way to her night shift. This resulted in much wailing by me, Scottie Pippen, and Drunky McGee and much laughing by The Boyfriend and Alan (yes, the same Alan). Luckily for us and all the would be burglars in the U district it is painfully easy to break into our apartment. Roommate number four's window doesn't lock and through a delicate process of swearing and pushing me and Drunky McGee managed to get the window open. McGee then managed to haul herself through the window which, because it is situated above a staircase, was an interesting process. Imagine an adolescent kangaroo attempting to hop through a small-ish rectangle, urged on by enthusiastic waving. Odd, but successful.

This story has a happy ending. Instead of sleeping on couches in a house that all boys live in (beds were offered, we declined) we all got to sleep in our nice warm beds. The moral here is probably that we should all bring our keys with us and lock the door. But as keys are cumbersome things that manage to get lost easily, this change most likely won't take place.

Want

This teat(I was going to change this typo when I found it several hours later to tea but teat tray is fun to say and probably says something spectacularly Freudian about me) tray. (image via The Most Awesomest Stuff Ever via Target)

Mission: Get Your Ass Out of Bed

I have set the alarm ring on my cell phone to the Mission Impossible theme. This seemed appropriate as getting my self out of bed in the morning uses the same amount of effort and skill required to track down my superior and nail him for framing me. That is to say, a lot. Also, who doesn't love the Mission Impossible theme?

They're Inching In

According to bookninja.com Stephanie Meyer has three of the four Twilight series books in the top ten bestseller list of 2008. This is disturbing for multiple reasons:

1) While amusing the books are poorly written. Bella Swan? Practically the first entry under character development (also lacking in the books) is not to give your character an obvious name. i.e. bella swan= beautiful swan, pretty sneaky eh?
2) The books are disturbing in the the way they portray females. Bella gives up everything (literally, she dies) for her Edward. The point at which I stopped reading the books (anyone who knows me will tell you I'm a sucker for urban fantasy) was when Bella decided against college because she wouldn't be able to be with Edward.
3) All of the above makes a lot more sense when I found out that Meyer is Mormon. At the risk of offending the people (maybe?) who read this blog, I strongly, strongly disagree with the Mormon church and their ideals. Knowing from what religious background Meyer is writing it is easy to see the parallels between Bella's story and the female ideal in the Mormon church. It also makes it a lot easier to see why Bella's character infuriated me to the point of putting the books down.

Anyway, what all my rambling was meant to say was this: I can't believe that the Twilight series occupies three out of ten slots on the bestsellers list for 2008. I know the publishing world needs all the help it can get right now (and I really do, I work at a bookstore) but I wish it didn't have to come from such a deplorable piece of fiction.

I killed someone last night.

Almost. Almost killed someone.

There's not exactly an excess of personal space in college. Rooms are small and landlords cram as many people as possible into a single space. However, when one of your guy friends has their door closed and you know their girlfriend is over it's possible that you shouldn't barge into his room. Maybe. My friend Alan had the pleasure of doing just this last night. The episode went something like this:

Alan: shocked expression
Me: ALAN YOU ARE DEAD!!!!
Alan: quickly closes door and runs
Me: alternate between telling the boyfriend he needs a lock and that he too is dead if he opens the door before all my clothes are on all the while muttering about Alan's death under my breath.
Boyfriend: "Just stay hear I'll talk to him." Leaves room and comes back to inform me that Alan has left the property.
Me: "as he should have because I'm going to KILL HIM!"
Boyfriend: While walking me back to my apartment (smart man) we see Alan where I promptly and loudly inform the whole University district that he is a DEAD MAN WALKING!

Anyway, Boyfriend talked to Alan (who in his defense was quite trashed) who promptly came to apologize to me. I'd like to plead temporary insanity for the ten minutes I went on a screaming rampage, I think I scared/shocked all my friends with the outburst (albeit warranted). Usually when I'm angry it's more of a calm and collected type, I don't yell or make a scene. When Alan accidentally barged in last night 'Made A Scene' would be a more than appropriate way to describe my response. All in all as I said to the boyfriend last night "Alan is my bitch for the next three to six months." I've mostly forgiven him.

Decaffeinated

I am attempting to cut back on my coffee intake. But how does a college student go about drinking less coffee?

I have decided to limit myself to one cup (be it large or small, the key word is one) cup in the morning. This will probably be subject to change, i.e.:I'm having a horrible day, midterms, hungover, that time of the month. Hmmm, hopefully I can make this work. We'll see. As I write I am currently drinking a nonfat decaffeinated latte, maybe I can trick my brain out of it's 5 o'clock headache.